The King would like your confession
And to this end he's willing to pay
Our device will leave an impression
Since you have so much to say
A twin pronged piece of metal
Placed between throat and breast bone
Attached with a rough strap of leather
We do not appreciate your tone
The Heretic's Fork fits like a collar
You wear while hung upside down
Forced to stay awake in your squallor
You'll recant your sins in this town
Your laziness and lies have been noted
So now we'll suspend you from the ceiling
If you think that you've been misquoted
In the morning we'll see how you're feeling
A twin pronged piece of metal
Placed between throat and breast bone
Attached with a rough strap of leather
We do not appreciate your tone
